There is a slight trigger warning
"Perhaps the k-killer… ran out of time? Or was cut sh-short by someone c-coming?" I suggested, looking at the notes.
"That is a possibility." He said rubbing the small amount of dark stubble on his cheeks and chin. I never knew that killing Stacie would put him in this big of a tizzy. I almost regret it. Almost.
"Were you two together?" I asked in a small voice. That I instantly regretted, I didn't really mean to say it aloud. Thomas looked at me hesitantly and sighed.
"Yeah, but that was so long ago. Four years, I think, back when we were seniors in high school." He told me. The phone in the kitchen started to ring, and I jumped a bit from the sound. I got up to answer, a strange emotion in the pit of my stomach.
"H-hello?" I answered.
"Please hold for a message from Washington Dade University," The robotic announcer droned. After a pause, the dean came on.
"After an unfortunate event that happened earlier this morning, we are cancelling all classes for the rest of the week. If needed you can call the counselor for grief counselling. Stay in your dorms or apartments, and please stay safe." The recorded announcement cut off.
One person and they close the school down for three days.
"Who was it?" Thomas asked from the living room.
"Just the dean, classes have been cancelled for the rest of the week." I answered, looking at the unfinished soup, and pouring it down the drain, as well as throwing out the now brown, cut up pieces of potato.
I hadn't eaten anything last night, and even now at 6:26 in the morning, I still wasn't hungry. Thomas brought his mug, and placed it in the sink. He turned towards me, he looked so worried. I cleared my throat.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a sh-shower." I stuttered, leaving the kitchen.
I walked to my room, and opened the door. I grabbed my towel, and a too big for me olive green sweater, and black skinny jeans, as well as a pair of underwear.
I walked to the bathroom, and opened the door, turning on the lights. I started the shower at a medium temperature, not too hot, but not too cold. As I washed my body, a song came to mind and I started singing. Once I got to scrubbing my hair, I let the song drift off and turn to something darker.
I got out, and dried my body off. I put on my undergarments, and slipped into my clothes. I also put some curling gel into my hair so the curls wouldn't make my hair all frizzy. I looked plain, and simple which made me smile.
I walked into the living room to find a note, it was only then that I realized that Thomas was gone. I grabbed the note, and walked into the kitchen; only to find half a toasted bagel, already covered in plain cream cheese, scrambled eggs, and bacon on a plate sitting on top of the counter. I looked down at the note, it read:
Benji,
I realized before I left that you haven't eaten at all since I came. So, I made you breakfast! By the way, great voice. I'll be back later today. Maybe we can watch a movie together.
Yours,
Thomas
I giggled at his terrible handwriting. I grabbed the bagel and bit into it. It was warm and delicious.
After eating breakfast, I grabbed my converse, phone, wallet, and switchblade, and walked out the door. It was barely seven in the morning, but I planned to take a walk around town. 30 minutes into my walk, I was pulled into an alley.
"Hey there, beautiful." I paused, and turned towards the voice that had just called to me drunkenly. In the alleyway stood what looked to be a fairly good looking man in a very expensive looking tuxedo. A groom perhaps. Probably drinking his life away after being left at the altar. Poor fool.
I narrowed my eyes, and tried to make my way around him to get to the park when the drunken fool grabbed me. Even drunk he was strong. He pulled me deeper into the alley. Once hidden by the darkness, he started to grope his way under my sweater.
My eyes widened. No! Not again! Not ever again!
Without even thinking, I kicked him where it hurt, and watched him drop to his knees. I wrapped my hands around his throat. I felt like I was losing myself. I was unraveling. I couldn't shake the anxiety that was penetrating the back of my neck.
I finally pulled away, and dropped to my own knees. Tears streaming down my face. I could only listen to the bastard try to regain his breath. I had to get to my medicine, now.
"You are a very lucky man." I whispered as I stood. He stayed down on his knees, thanking me and saying that things would change. I wiped my tear stain face, and walked back to the apartment. Flicking off the camera that was across from the alley.